More PREJUDICE Anecdotes (Post No.2985)

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Compiled by London swaminathan

Date:19 July 2016

Post No. 2985

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Meeting Margaret Fuller one day full-gloved in the street, Mrs. Horace Greeley, who had an antipathy to kid coverings, touched Miss Fuller’s hand with a shudder and snapped out “Skin of a beast!”


“Why, what do you wear?” asked Margaret.


“Silk,” responded Mrs. Greeley.


Miss Fuller gave a comic shudder and came back with: “Entrails of a worm!”



“One day,” related Booker T. Washington, the Negro educator, “a poor, ignorant white man came to the polls to vote.


“I wish you’d oblige me by voting this ticket,’ said a bright mulatto, who was standing near the polls.


“What kind of a ticket is it?” asked the poor white man.


“Why,” said the mulatto, “you can see for yourself.”


“But I can’t read “What, can’t you read the ballot you have there in your hand and which you are about to vote? exclaimed the colored man.


“No,” said he, “I can’t read at all.” “Well,” said the colored man, this ballot means that you are in favor of giving equal franchise to both white and colored citizens.”


“It means to let the niggers vote, does it?”


“ Yes, sir “


Then I don’t want it. Niggers don’t know enough to  vote”



Pauline Bonaparte

 Portrait of Pauline Bonaparte (1780-1825) 


Pauline Bonaparte engaged a huge Negro to bath her morning. When some one protested, she answered innocently,


“What? Do you call that thing a man?”


She then ordered the Negro to go out and marry at once in order that she might not be compromised.





One day Jack Johnson (the Negro heavyweight champion) went alone into Bradcock’s (in Mexico City), a very fashionable restaurant run by an American Southerner.


Jack had been told that there was no color line in Mexico, but in Bradcock’s restaurant, after a long wait on his part, a waitress informed him she had orders never to serve a Negro.


He went over to El Globo. Two generals at once insisted on returning with him to Bradcock’s. The three of them seated themselves at a table and asked to see Bradcock personally.


Bradcock appeared, rubbing his hands ingratiatingly as though about to present someone with a loving-cup.


“What can we do for you he asked solicitously, noticing the insignia on the uniforms.


“We want four coffees.”


“Certainly, certainly.” One was never impolite to a Mexi can general. “You have another friend coming.”


“No,” snorted one of the generals. “We are asking you to do us the honor of taking coffee with us.” He laid his gun on the table.


Mr. Brad cock, proud Southerner that he was, tamely sat down.


Afterwards the generals called a policeman, and Bradcock was fined a hundred pesos for discrimination.






Did Lord send you a message?

F Douglass



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Date: 16th September 2015

Post No: 2164

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Prejudice against Race, Religion and Colour

Frederick Douglass, noted Negro author and champion of the rights of his people, was once invited to have tea with President Lincoln at the White House.

Whenever Douglass spoke of this occasion he always said, “Lincoln is the first white man I ever spent an hour with who did not remind me that I am a Negro.”


Did Lord send you a message?

Innocently unaware of the prejudices held against him, an old coloured man, staunchly religious, applied for membership in an exclusive church. The pastor attempted to put him off with all sorts of evasive remarks. The old Negro, instinctively becoming aware that he was not wanted, said finally that he would sleep on it and perhaps the Lord would tell him just what to do.

Several days later he returned.

“Well”, asked the minster, “did the Lord send you a message?”

“Yes, he did,” was the answer. “He told me it wasn’t no use. He said, I have been trying to in that same church myself for ten years and I still can’t make it.”


Jewish Ladies

A man who was talking with Sir Moses Montefiore at a reception, found the conversation so entertaining that he completely forgot the race of his companion and made some uncomplimentary remark about the Jewish features of a lady who was passing by. The mistake was no sooner made than it was perceived. The unhappy man began to apologise profusely. “I ask thousand pardons. It was so stupid of me to forget. You look angry enough to eat me. I beg you not to devour me.”

“Sir”, replied Sir Moses, “it is impossible. My religion forbids.”



In the days of the great Abolition furore, Wendell Philips was accosted on a lecture tour by a minister who hailed from the state of Kentucky, a place with very different views concerning the ideas of the Abolitionists. The clergyman, who was more militant on behalf of his prejudices than on behalf of his creed, said, “Yoy are Wendell Philips, I believe.”

“Yes, I am.”

“You want to free the niggers, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Well, why do you preach your doctrines up North? Why don’t you try coming down to Kentucky?”

Philips began to counter question the man. “You are a preacher. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am, Sir”

“Are you trying to save souls from Hell?”

“Why yes, Sir. That is my business.”

“Why don’t you go there then?” suggested Mr Philips.



Theodore Roosevelt once said, “While I was a police commissioner of New York City, an anti – Semitic preacher from Berlin Rector Ahlwardt, came to New York to preach a crusade against the Jews. Many Jews were much excited and asked me prevent him from speaking and not to give him police protection.

This, I told them was impossible; and if possible would have been undesirable because it would make him a martyr. The proper thing to do was to make him ridiculous. Accordingly I sent a police under a Jewish sergeant, and Jew-baiter made his harangue under the active protection of 40 police, every one of them a Jew.”

Red Roosvelt


I am an Irishman!

He was a red faced, middle aged Irishman, who had taken just enough to make him officious. He kept a wary eye on the conductor, and a sympathetic one on the unsteady entering passenger. Opposite the Irishman sat a young man of the most pronounced Hebrew type. He watched pat with a humorous twinkle in his black eyes.

A good natured Negro got in, and took the seat next to the Irishman. Pat threw one haughty look at the black man; then, rising with great dignity, he said in terms of unutterable scorn: “a nagger!” and sat down next to the young Hebrew. Quick as a flash his new neighbour, with an exact imitation of Pat’s tone and manner, said, “an Irishman!” and too the vacant seat next to the Negro a titter went round the car, and one Irishman looked foolish.